The high-ranking person Jiang Xiaobai wants to visit is called Lin Changgeng, an old man who retired from the Cultural Bureau.

According to the memory of the previous life, he knew that Lin Changgeng graduated from Tianjing University, studied architectural design and archaeology, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he studied under Master Guo Liang, and devoted his life to the cause of ancient architectural archaeology.

It is not an exaggeration to call such a person a master.

Jiang Xiaobai was fortunate to meet Mr. Lin in his last life, so he knew his interests and hobbies, knew that the old man liked to have two drinks in his life, and loved calligraphy after retirement, so he deliberately chose Moutai wine and rice paper, which can be regarded as his favorite.

And reading glasses, for an old man, are practical products,

Giving gifts to things that others can use is also a kind of intimate performance.

In later generations, it is called distraction.

Jiang Xiaobai wants to demolish old houses like the Chen family ancestral hall and the Chen family compound, and it is definitely not possible to hire ordinary workers.

If it is demolished by brute force, I don't know how many treasures will be destroyed.

But if you can invite Mr. Lin Changgeng to help, not only will it not damage those old objects, but it can even remove its dross and extract its essence to the greatest extent, then he will make a lot of money.

19 Sansheng Road.

An old house with a tiled roof, with a small courtyard in front of it, with a grape trellis in it, and a plum tree on the side has the thickness of a bowl.

It looks ordinary, similar to a house in the countryside.

"Is Mr. Lin at home?"

Jiang Xiaobai entered the courtyard and saw that the gate was open, so he stood at the door and shouted loudly.

It's not that he doesn't know how to be polite.

It was behind the ears of the old man, and the voice was so small that the people in the room could not hear it.

"Who?"

Soon an old voice came from the room, and then came an old scholar with a thin figure and a clear face, with a pair of old glasses hanging from a rope around his neck.

"Hello Mr. Lin, the junior Jiang Xiaobai came to disturb him, don't blame him for being abrupt." Jiang Xiaobai bowed and said respectfully.

Lin Changgeng put his glasses on the frame, squinted at Jiang Xiaobai, and then swept his gaze over the things Jiang Xiaobai was carrying, frowned slightly, and said, "What is the matter with you coming to me?" ”

Unlike ordinary Qingzhou people, the old man actually spoke Mandarin.

Jiang Xiaobai said respectfully: "There is an ancient building to be demolished, and I am worried about ruining the wisdom of the ancestors, so I made a special trip to ask the old gentleman for advice." ”

He didn't beat around the bush, but said it directly.

However, it was a coincidence.

Talking to this kind of well-established old gentleman can neither be perfunctory nor targetless, people can see through it at a glance.

The best way to do this is to be honest and get to the point.

First of all, the demolition of ancient buildings talks about the pain points of the elderly, and then the empathy "can't bear to spoil" to close the distance, and then a "wisdom crystallization" conveys identity, and finally clarifies the intention.

In this way, he will not be kicked out by the old gentleman as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Demolition again!"

Lin Changgeng's eyebrows were raised, his face showed sorrow, and he sighed and said, "The things left by the ancestors will be demolished soon." ”

Jiang Xiaobai took the opportunity to say: "The younger generation also thinks that the things left by the ancestors are precious, and if people dismantle them, those woods can only be used as firewood." ”

After speaking, he smiled and sent a rainbow fart: "I can only ask the old gentleman for advice, so that I can keep those wisdom crystals." ”

Lin Changgeng's face was slightly better, he glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, and said, "Come in and talk." ”

Jiang Xiaobai was overjoyed in his heart, his face was silent, he responded with "thank you", and followed Lin Changgeng into the hall.

In the middle of the hall is a statue of a great man, with a table of eight immortals below, an official hat chair on each side, doors on both sides of the wall, and four chairs symmetrically placed against the wall.

Lin Changgeng sat down on the official hat chair next to the Eight Immortals table, Jiang Xiaobai put the things he brought on the Eight Immortals table, and also sat down on another official hat chair.

The two sat across the table, starting from the Chen family compound, and gradually expanded the scope of chatting, speaking of many well-known ancient buildings in Central China Province and even the whole country, from the history and culture, changes, craftsmanship, protection and other aspects, Jiang Xiaobai can answer fluently.

Lin Changgeng's gaze at Jiang Xiaobai gradually changed, and he felt like a confidant.

What he didn't know was that Jiang Xiaobai had read the book "Examination of Ancient Architecture of China" written by Lin Changgeng, and some of the opinions he said came from the book.

Those views were all put forward by Lin Changgeng, how could he not be satisfied with Lin Changgeng's appetite.

However, it was ten years before Lin Changgeng wrote the book.

In 1983, his conditions were not allowed, and the government did not pay attention to this master.

"After listening to the old man's words, the younger generation was greatly impressed, thinking that with the old man's learning and research, he should write a book and spread it to future generations to promote the vast culture of China, so that the whole world can understand the aesthetics of China's ancient architecture."

At the end, Jiang Xiaobai said with great emotion.

Lin Changgeng showed a yearning look on his face, his face quickly darkened, and he sighed: "I'm a bad old man, how can I still expect to turn what I have learned all my life into a book?" ”

"That's it, write and write, live a few more years, count,"

Jiang Xiaobai's expression was straight, and he said, "I am willing to sponsor the old gentleman to publish a book." ”

Yes?

Lin Changgeng was stunned for a long time, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai in disbelief.

"You...... Seriously? ”

After a while, Lin Changgeng stood up from his chair and asked in a trembling voice.

"Really!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded affirmatively.

For the protection and inheritance of culture, Jiang Xiaobai is still willing to do his part.

He knew that even without him, in another 10 years, there would be government support for Lin Changgeng to publish a book.

The reason why he was willing to do this was just to advance the time for Lin Changgeng to write the book.

"What conditions do you have?"

After calming down, Lin Changgeng's wise eyes stared at Jiang Xiaobai and asked in a deep voice.

Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and said, "No condition." ”

No conditions, that is, the most demanding conditions.

Ordinary people don't understand, but Lin Changgeng, who has studied traditional Chinese culture, how can he not understand?

He sighed, knowing that he owed a favor.

However, he couldn't refuse Jiang Xiaobai's proposal.

This favor, you owe it.

"What you said about the Chen family's compound, I'll take a look at it in the next two days."

Jiang Xiaobai was overjoyed, the old gentleman was a man of promises, since he said to go and see, then this matter was a certainty.

After chatting with Lin Changgeng for a while, Jiang Xiaobai got up and said goodbye.

The gift stayed, and Lin Changgeng did not refuse.

I owe such a big favor for publishing a book, and I still care about a knife of paper and two bottles of wine?

However, after looking at the pair of reading glasses given by Jiang Xiaobai, Lin Changgeng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Originated from the 1933 time-honored brand Siming brand, the department store price is 33 yuan.

Lin Changgeng has been to see it a few times, but he has never been willing to buy it.

"The young man is a man with a heart!"

Lin Changgeng looked out the door and couldn't help muttering to himself.